Quotes About Breath

Es como unas ganas de respirar fuerte, y también el miedo

Life has no adjective. It's a mixture in a strange crucible but that allows me on the end, to breathe. And sometimes to pant. And sometimes to gasp. Yes. But sometimes there is also the deep breath that finds the cold delicateness of my spirit, bound to my body for now.

a respiração contínua do mundo é aquilo que ouvimos e chamamos de silêncio.

But he surrenders to it voluptuously, benevolently observing his confused desire to breathe frequently, deeply, to bare himself in the sun, to take the girl's hand.

Mas agora chegou a hora de parar a pintura para me refazer, refaço-me nestas linhas. Tenho uma voz. Assim como me lanço no traço de meu desenho, este é um exercício de vida sem planejamento. O mundo não tem ordem visível e eu só tenho a ordem da respiração. Deixo-me acontecer.

He hablado mucho sobre la muerte. Pero voy a hablarte ahora sobre el soplo de vida. Cuando uno ya no respira se le hace la respiración boca a boca; se pega la boca a la boca del otro y se respira. Y el otro empieza a respirar otra vez. Este intercambio de respiración es una de las cosas más bellas que he oído contar de la vida. En realidad la belleza de este boca a boca me está deslumbrando.

Though a share of all remembering, a measure of all memory, is breath and breathe you have to create a truce - a truce with the patience of a stethoscope.

Though a share of all remembering, a measure of all memory, is breath and to breathe and to breathe you have to create a truce— a truce with the patience of a stethoscope.

Thinking is the same as breathing. You stop thinking, you stop breathing.

If you save your breath, I feel like a man you can manage.

Perhaps history is a thing that would stop happening if God held His breath, or could be imagined as turning away to think of something else.

Sometimes we develop grand concepts of what happiness might look like for us, but if we pay attention, we can see that there are little symbols of happiness in every breath that we take.

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

I would remain nearer you for what time there is." "Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath.

And when he kisses me, it feels as though I can finally breathe again.

I take a deep breath, at home and homesick all at the same time.

when he kisses me, i feel as though i can finally breathe again

It is difficult, though, not to be shamed be being nearly undressed, with bed hair and bad breath.

Anticipation whispers through the trees, like an indrawn breath. Urging me on.

And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again.

Cardan ought to have been the boy with the heart of stone in Aslog's story, but somehow had let his heart turn to glass. He could feel the shattered shards of it lodged in his lungs, making his every breath painful.

It's milky and fragrant, and only under the water can I allow myself to weep. Only under the water can I admit that I almost died and that I was terrified and that I wish there was someone to whom I could tell all that. I hold my breath until there's no more breath to hold.

Have you ever heard this one? When you drive past a cemetery, you have to hold your breath. If you don't, the spirits of the newly dead can get in your body through your mouth and then they can possess you.

Cardan draws a sharp breath and then lets it out slowly. 'I'd prefer to live.